Gary pulled back his hood, exposing his bald head.
“Help you?” called the man from behind the counter. Gary nodded.
“I lost my hat,” Gary said.
“Got a magic tuque,” the man said. “It’s warm and it grows hair. Here.”
Gary put on the tuque. It grew quite warm and tight almost immediately. Gary took off the tuque and long, brown hair spilled out.
“I’ll take it,” Gary said, plopping the tuque on his fist to dig out his wallet.
“Don’t!” The man cried. But, it was too late. The hair flowed up Gary’s arm and covered him in seconds.
Author’s Note: The title popped into my head and made me chuckle.
[…] The Midas Tuque by Ken MacGregor […]